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| durian - a large oval tasty but foul-smelling fruit with a prickly rind
e-mail to a former coworker...
Remember when we were talking about durian? One of my housemates was chasing the other one around yesterday trying to get her to eat it (her description of it: "It smells like poo, but it tastes so good!"). Amidst all the shenanigans, a generous chunk of the very stinky flesh fell on my backpack. Any thoughts on how to neutralize the smell? She washed it off, but microscopic durian remnants apparently still remain; I thought the BART was particularly smelly today, until I realized it was me. :(
sebastian's response...
Oh yeah, I've had to clean durian off all sorts of surfaces in my house - rugs, ceiling fans, cats. The best thing to do is put some peanut butter on it. If that doesn't work, spread some mayo on top of the peanut butter, then leave it on near a radiator for a couple days. That should do the trick.
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| lies, damned lies, and statistics
i've been helping a friend with her wedding invitations. i proudly show jory a pocket folder i made for the enclosures.
jory: it seems like a beast to have put together...especially since people are just going to throw it away.
me: *makes a face*
jory: ...except me. i'm going to frame it and mount it on my wall. cherish it in my heart forever.
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| one night jory called after i had already gone to bed. i said he'd have
to lull me back to sleep by telling me a story about a prince, a
princess, and a dragon. instead, he told me about a letter he got from
BART earlier that day. it was not a very interesting story but/so i
fell back to sleep shortly thereafter. but today, he made good. :)
also, he's been reading the lord of the rings.
untitled by jory
At the conclusion of the third month of the third year of the coming of
Jeero (2008 Gregorian reckoning), a letter came to Jorus Red-Eye in the
Eastern Bay. Although he was accustomed to receiving post,
as the practice was still common in those days, he was surprised to find an
invitation from El Bárto, the silver serpent. El Bárto had come to the region some
decades before the time of Jeero and had made his home under the hills and over
the fields of the greater Bay. His offspring had increased over time, but
the old dragons had become set in their ways and always traveled the same track.
Men had toiled countless years to beat four lines into the Earth, and with a silver streak, the old serpent was
oft heard rattling past at many times the speed of Men.
Under
closer examination, Jorus deemed the seal intact, and he assumed no
foul play had befallen the paper before it came to his hands. Breaking
the seal, he quickly measured the Common glyphs, and his eyes narrowed
in suspicion. He was raised in Auburn, a northern town of little repute in the West, but well known to
the men of the Flatlands as it lies on the way to the Great Lake. A lesser white
snake had dwelt in the north but never treated him with a summons to the World
Wide Web.
Using
the speaking stone of Vérizon, he quickly dispatched a message to Yae
Il, known as Yale Esther in the Common tongue. She responded
immediately, but her mind was bent on sleep and she had no interest in
the doings of dragons. Her eastern province and the Angelites of the
West frowned on the creatures, and so she returned to sleep.
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| pantone
one day when i have my own place and i can take my books out of
storage, i will organize my library by spine color. this is the deepest
longing of my heart, novel organization-wise.
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